Unfortunately, at the same instant Angel fired, the werewolf decided to once more lunge for the nearest warm body - Sarah. This time, however, before he could even get his claws into her, much less his teeth, he was stopped short by an invisible force.
He let out a snarl, that quickly became a yelp, as he was jerked up onto his hind legs and seemed to almost dance in a small, mini-circle before crashing over on his side. His yellowed gaze darted about the room as though in search of the purpose behind this unseen attack. Eventually he spotted the one responsible and attempted to charge her.
Katara, hands held out in front of her and blue eyes narrowed in concentration, merely jerked her arms upward and once more the werewolf rose to his hind legs. The blood coursing through the creatures veins was now hers to control. However, it was a lot harder to manipulate a werewolf than an old woman, and her strength was quickly fading even though the full moon continued to shine high in the night sky. "Sarah, move, I can't..." she trailed off, gasping as Oz lunged a few inches before she jerked him backward, causing a yip of pain to burst past his muzzle.
"Angel," she added through gritted teeth as a few drops of sweat dripped from her forehead and into her eyes, stinging them and blurring her vision, "shoot him. HURRY." And she brought her arms down, forcing Oz to flop to the ground while she did her best to pin him there with unseen hands that were losing their grip with every passing second.